Poetry by Catherine Zickgraf
If you care, pull your chair up to our vacation
home’s sick-bed home away from home.
Husband and I have discussed my dying here,
to spread wings over mist and wind—
when it’s time.
So what to pass down? Mother’s too big
The family will hear I’ve passed, shrug shoulders,
spasm a little laugh, then continue carrying on
with their busy, Godly lives.
About the Poet
Catherine Zickgraf’s main jobs are to hang out with her family and write poetry. Her work has appeared in the Journal of the American Medical Association, Pank, Victorian Violet
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